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Know Your Venom

A handy guide to differentiating all those spider-y symbols! (Part 1 of 2)

(Venom #150 "Malled!"; Michelinie, Lim)

Hey there, true believer! Are you tired of looking at comics with your favorite black-and-white wicked webslinger and not knowing who's beneath the goo? Fortunately for you, I'm here to help! We'll take a look through the years and hopefully give you some pointers on how to tell who's who. This isn't a foolproof guide by any means, but I hope it's helpful!

So, let's start at the beginning.

(Marvel Super Heroes Secret Wars #7-8; Shooter, Zeck)

It's very important to me that people understand that the original black suit costume came from Spider-Woman (Julia Carpenter)! That's why I often, and will for the rest of this guide, refer to it as the Carpenter Symbol. Know your roots!

For the most part though, we see this design used as a mockery of Spider-Man by the first Venom, Eddie Brock.

(Amazing Spider-Man #299, #331, and #362, by Michelinie and McFarlane, Larsen, and Bagley respectively)

The earliest artists for Venom all drew the Carpenter Symbol very close to how it originally was designed. You see this continued pretty much to this day, and so if you see a stocky guy in this look with biceps the size of his head - that's probably Eddie.

Early comics are easy, because the only other person to bear this symbol is Anne Weying, and her She-Venom look is. Well. Distinctive.

(Venom: Sinner Takes All #3; Hama, Luzniak & Palmiotti - Venom: Along Came a Spider #3; Hama, St. Pierre)

A few artists will draw the legs of the spider-symbol either much, much closer together (sometimes if the shot is tiny enough they'll just look like a solid mass), but others like Ron Lim will at times draw them further apart. For the most part it's pretty consistent though.

(Venom: Lethal Protector [1993] #5; Michelinie, Lim)

And then... we get into the 00s.

(Venom [2003] #16-17; Way, Skottie Young)

The above looks are pretty unique to how Skottie Young does Venom. And even then, Young's Venom nowadays looks less... like that. I'm not going to share a lot from this series, but we start to get a beefier-looking Venom. This would continue into Spectacular Spider-Man (2003) by Paul Jenkins and Humberto Ramos.

(Spectacular Spider-Man (2003) #3, #5; Jenkins, Ramos)

In some ways, you can kind of explain the inconsistency in the symbol by the fact that Eddie and the Symbiote's symbiosis was crumbling - but it's also just. Not that well-written as a Venom story.

And then we get into other hosts.

I feel obligated to point out that Trish Robertson was the first host of the Venom clone that would eventually become Mania - she literally only appears in Venom (2003) but she's almost indistinguishable from Venom.

(Venom [2003] #16; #18. I'm not going to describe what's happening in these panels, I took too much psychic damage just gathering them.)

Best I can give you is; Trish!clone!Venom is slightly more grey-purple and that's all I'm gonna give you on this topic.

Angelo Forunato was only alive for 2 issues, and he has one look:

(Marvel Knights: Spider-Man [2004] #7-8; Millar, Dodson)

He's the first Venom we see fully deviate from the Carpenter Symbol. He also has really distinctive eyespots and the first instance of seeing an actual eyeball in the spot. The legs of the spider-symbol are fully separated from each other, and even extend down to the thighs.

The symbiote, displeased with Angelo (and having thrown him off a roof), next went to Mac Gargan, arguably the third or fourth most important Venom to carry the name.

(Marvel Knights: Spider-Man #10-11; Millar, Dodson)

Beyond! is an interesting case in that it's the first time we see Mac!Venom with the Scorpion tail, which we don't really see again. It's an odd duck of a series overall, but it is kinda fun to see Mac utilizing some of the shapeshifting abilities. But, more to the point of this guide, you can always tell him apart by the white spider-legs going over the shoulders and up the arms.

(Beyond! #5; McDuffie, Kolins)

Thunderbolts is when you really start to see deviations from the original Mac look. This series especially leans into a very grotesque-looking Venom, but usually there's still some semblance of the original symbol. That's what to look for. But if you see a chonky boy and it's in that mid-2000s art style? You're probably looking at Mac.

You also get variations on the way the spider-legs are drawn. Some artists make them a little skinnier.

(Thunderbolts #114; Ellis, Deodato Jr. - Thunderbolts #122; Gage, Blanco - Amazing Spider-Man #570; Slott, Romita Jr.)

Here's where it gets tricky.

During Dark Avengers, Mac adopts the Carpenter Symbol (and a slimmer look) at Osborn's behest, and immediately starts looking anywhere between your classic Black Suit Spider-Man and Eddie's look as Venom. Your best bet during this era is to use context clues. Based on the art style for this era, if you're thinking "that's probably not Eddie", you're right. Eddie's running around as Anti-Venom.

(Dark Avengers [2009] #1; Bendis, Deodato)

And, yes, that means that this scene... is Mac Gargan. No other Venom would let Norman Osborn boss them around. Please, for the love of God, get this one right.

(New Avengers Annual #3; Bendis, Mayhew)

Mac keeps this look all the way up until he and the symbiote are separated, which leads us to...

Flash Thompson, AKA Agent Venom.

(Coming in Part 2!)

#venom #eddie brock #mac gargan #angelo fortunato #peter parker #marvel comics #trish robertson #kita talks comics

[softgrungeprophet]

listen, I saw this panel and I couldn't stop myself

(original on the left, edited on the right)

Amazing Spider-Man vol. 4 #13 (2016)

(Words: Dan Slott, Pencils: Giuseppe Camuncoli, Inks: Cam Smith, Colors: Marte Gracia, Letters: Joe Caramagna)

#thanks kita lol #i just saw his expression and thought to myself that it really read as blushing so i thought i'd add the blush #and also remove the 'man' from man-crushing cause it is just regular crushing LET's be real #nadia reads comics #I GUESS #spiderman #i'm tagging this as #harryflash #even though they're really talking about some other dude that's not flash #but the implied past harryflash of it all... #peter parker #harry osborn #college boy crush on flash huh??? huh harry??? 😏

[etherrreal]

“when they’re feeling insecure”

Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna

since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together

he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially

when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode

Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show

he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone

he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him

and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did

It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.

“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.” 

“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.” 

Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”

He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”

“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest. 

“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”

He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”

“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”

He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”

You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”

“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”

you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang

drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly

Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor

he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar

“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”

he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true

you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach

normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him

it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point

the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved

the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to

he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster

at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass

then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed

you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand

for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his

he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover

and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day

Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.

His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.

You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.

For the first five minutes, at least.

Then it all went to shit.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.

“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”

“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”

Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”

“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”

“Well, what did you want it to be?”

“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”

“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”

Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.

That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”

“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”

“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”

“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”

The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.

“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”

It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.

But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.

“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”

And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.

“Crystal, darlin’.”

you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar

Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging

you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke

Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something

“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”

this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person

and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him

still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him

the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”

and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”

Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does

Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split

as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place

the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?

it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home

“Are you okay, Rin?”

Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”

“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”

The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.

Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.

He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”

He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”

Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.

Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.

He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.

You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.

You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.

You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.

You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.

You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”

And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”

“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”

“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”

“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”

“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”

The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.

“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”

Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”

“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”

And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”

“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”

Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”

“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”

“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”

Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.

“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”

He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.

“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.

And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.

“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”

And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.”

Written by: Dawn & Luna

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[missmeinyourbones]

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO 

cw: angsty fluff? is that a thing? light mentions of alcohol and weed, suna is drunk and silly, reader is designated driver (drink safely, my friends!!!), heavy mutual pining, inspired by that normal people scene (brothers...iykyk)

For a midsummer night, the breeze outside is surprisingly chilly. 

Feeling more like September than July, your car window is barely cracked to let a bit of air inside the small stuffy vehicle. 

The streets are barren as you drive through the backroads of your hometown—which is expected, as no one sane tends to willingly drive at 1:31 AM. Not unless they received a brief text from a blonde-haired setter asking you to handle a “liability” for him.  

Equally intrigued as you were annoyed, you agreed to his weird request and he dropped a pin to his location almost instantly. 

You remember him talking about some lowkey Inarizaki reunion this weekend—just like the old days, shitty booze in someone’s parent’s basement and cheap weed from the town’s local plug. Pro-volleyball players and all, you suppose some things never change. 

With the lack of details Atsumu gave you, you don’t know what to expect as you drive to the marker on your GPS.

Seeing how he was cognizant enough to text you, you doubt he’s the one in need of assistance. It’s unlike Osamu to get belligerent enough to leave a party early, so he’s pretty much ruled out of your list of suspects, too. And hell would freeze over the day you see Kita drunk enough to need a designated driver. 

So pulling up to the address and seeing a familiar headache comically slumped on the front steps of the porch, you don't know why you ever dared to be curious. 

When you see him, you think he’s sleeping. It’s not until you park the car and make your way towards his slumped frame that you can confirm; even while his eyes are closed and he’s not necessarily awake, Suna is very much not asleep. 

Nothing but an unruly mop of brunette slightly sways as he bobs his head from side to side, almost like he’s following along with a one-sided conversation in his thoughts. He’s alone, aside from a few discarded beer cans and the diluted thumping of the music from inside. 

The anxiety inside of you can’t help from asking, "Did they just leave you here?" 

You don’t expect an answer from him—more so thinking out loud at the brute stupidity and lack of safety from the whole situation. You make a mental note to scold Atsumu for his critical thinking skills the next time you see him. 

At the sudden sound of your voice, Suna notices you walking toward him. Wrapped in a sweatshirt nearly swallowing you whole, he grins brightly. Your genuine concern paired with your silly choice of apparel somehow fits the situation nicely, he decides. 

"Nah," he slowly shakes his head. Through squinted eyes, he hazily meets your gaze with a teasing smile, "They told me to sit and stay, like a good boy."

You don’t know why his words light a fire in your stomach, and even more alarmingly, you don’t know why you don’t hate it. You can’t help but laugh a bit at his drunken words.

Nodding your head to where he (somehow) comfortably sits on the concrete stairs, you hum in agreement. 

"I’m surprised you actually listened," you exhale.  

The summer breeze blows once more, and while it makes you shiver, Suna finds it refreshing compared to the stuffy confines of someone’s childhood basement.

He shrugs lazily as he presses his palms onto the porch, slowly bracing himself to stand.

"Only ‘cause I knew you were already on your way," he tries to play it off casually, like his insides weren't churning with acidic excitement to see you tonight. “More scared of you than I am of them."

He’s always been an honest drunk, more deadpan and blunt than his usual reserved facade. You bite your tongue at the pride that swells in your chest with the honesty of his remark.

"Good.”

As he stands, Suna stumbles slightly against the wooden railing of the deck, leaving you rushing to his side to support his stupor. He giggles at his own lack of awareness before regaining his composure, using the railing for support as he mumbles out a sleepy “M’fine.” 

Not fully believing him, you let your hands linger a bit by his side, not quite touching him but still close enough to be prepared for another tumble. 

Suna takes a deep breath to sober himself and opens his eyes to face you. He stares at you for a moment or two, eyes flickering through your features as he struggles to decide which one to focus on. The way your cupid’s bow scrunches in thought. How your pupils dilate with the lack of light. The stray piece of hair blown over your eyes and resting in the middle of your forehead. 

It’s beautiful, he thinks. All of it. How easily breathtaking you can be on a chilly summer’s night, in an empty street, wearing a giant sweater, with a man who is irrevocably in love with you.

But, he knows he’s too drunk to be thinking like this.

He closes his eyes once more, grounding himself with the crisp inhale. 

"It feels like the sidewalk is moving."

He hears your laughter and immediately opens his eyes again to see it—and, oh, he adores the sight. Flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes, he completely soaks in the moment of you entertaining his terribly lame joke. He’d take a moment to thank the stars watching above, but he doesn’t dare to look away for a second.

"I promise you, it’s not," you whisper, once again supporting his side and beginning the so-close but so-far-away walk back to your car. “How much did you even have to drink?”

His head plops onto your shoulder, “Never ask a man how much he’s had to drink. Weren’t you ever taught that?”

You scoff and he wants to kiss you, wants to taste it on his tongue and savor it forever. But he can barely lift his head, so he chooses to ignore the overwhelming urge. 

Before he knows it, as if his feet were moving on their own, he's leaning up against the passenger side of your car.

“I don’t consider you a man,” your voice calls his attention back to reality, “I consider you a nuisance.”

He hums at your words, again finding his drunk gaze unable to be pulled away from you. Leaning against your car, he giddily smiles at seemingly nothing at all.

When you're about to usher him into the passenger seat, he speaks up, and it's not what you expect. Eyes still lost in yours, he wonders.

"Do I still have pupils?"

The question catches you off guard, has you shaking your head in disbelief and adoration at the nuisance before you. His eyes bore into yours, pupils still intact and practically shaped like hearts as he awaits your answer.

"Yeah," you reply. "They're about the size of saucers right now, but yes, you have pupils."

"S'fine,” Suna, as sleepy as he is, doesn't miss a beat. “They always get like that when I see you, anyways."

And something is suddenly different. In the streetlights illuminating from above, the moment turns intimate like the magnetic flip of a coin.

His words aren't flirty or teasing, they're genuine. Pure. His gaze leaves little room to argue with the fact that while he’s dizzy and mumbling and not nearly in the right state of mind, he’s honest, nonetheless.

And it feels wrong to take advantage of that.

“Okay,” you softly decide, opening the door and gently ushering his lanky body beneath its roof, “let’s go.” 

He complies without restraint, lets you cover his head when it nearly skims the roof and buckle him in with caution. He rests his cheek against the cool window for the entire way to his apartment. It’s a quick drive, and you learn that Suna looks just as pretty illuminated in the red lights as he does in the green ones. 

When your car is parked and his apartment complex taunts you from across the street, you call his name. 

“Suna?”

“...”

“Rintaro?”

“Hmmph?”

Your hand is gentle on his shoulder, a featherlight weight to let him know you’ve arrived. And he knows—in fact, he was awake the whole drive. Watching the moon follow your car and relishing in the smell of your perfume invading his senses. 

He feels you tap his shoulder again, “Do you need help getting out?”

“Y’know,” he turns his head to lazily send you a smile, “you shouldn’t try and get your hands on a man when he’s drunk.”

Your palm sweats against the steering wheel. He’s so infuriating and you want to kiss him—two things you’ve officially decided are not mutually exclusive. You choose to fight off a grin, instead. 

“Well, you don’t usually need help getting out of the car when you're sober.”

“Yeah, but even if I was sober, I’d still want y’to touch me.” 

The coin flips again. Words that are usually meant to be dirty or promiscuous are pouring out from his soul and directly into your heart. He means them, and both of you know it.

Something inside of you aches to grab his hand, so you do. You scratch the inevitable itch and hold his palm in yours. He lets you with ease, even squeezing it for good measure as he delicately plays with your fingers. 

You squeeze his hand right back, and he knows it's saying all the things you can't right now. 

With a warm belly, you smile softly, “Go to bed, Rintaro.”

Hearts in his eyes, he nods and opens the door. He leaves your car and crosses the street with a newfound caution to get home safely. Because he knows that while tomorrow inevitably will come, tonight—that feeling in your car—can never be taken from him. 

On the elevator ride up to his apartment, he can’t help but flex the hand in his pocket—the one that squeezed yours a few moments ago. 

Still trying to relish in the faint feeling of your skin on his, Suna begs himself not to be a coward when he’s sober in the morning.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x you #suna fic #suna rintaro fic #suna angst #suna rintaro angst #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #hq suna #haikyuu suna

[hellcifrogs]

Hey i just found yr blog and im in deep regret that why wasn't i able to do that beforeT_T, anyways i enjoyed your comics VERY VERYmuch, i was deeply enthralled by naruto fox au, i checked out your ocs as well and the childish relationship between kakashi and kenshi was my favourite, iwas just assuming if you could draw them more with their bickering (i love themmm)and about kenshi , her story is not clear to me, maybe i missed something while checking out yr blog ...

Thank you :D Kenshi is my beloved little Uzumaki, you can find stuff about him these tags for him and his team :)

Abiut his story/background -> His mother Tamako travelled around a lot after the fall of Uzushio and settled in Konoha when she found out she was pregnant. Kenshi was born and raised by her until she passed (he was 7), then he was pretty much adopted by Ashi's father, Inuzuka Kita. Kenshi, Ashi and Uchiha Sho become a team under Aburame Shinichi.

After this point there are a few different paths I took with these characters, originally all of them but Kenshi would die by the time the og Naruto timeline starts. But that was making me sad so I switched to a happy version where everyone lives :) Kenshi gets his own genin team too in the future (with Kaen, Miyu and Naoki).

The thing with Kakashi is that he had a crush on him when they were kids, but after the Kyuubi attack Kenshi was very hurt (losing the last of his clan, originally his teacher died that night too, being denied Naruto's care, and just all the tragedy that it was) and Kakashi still went against him, insisting on following Hiruzen's orders, so Kenshi snapped at him and their relationship took a dark turn. Only around shippuden era they would get around talking it out.

And the fun thing is, they are both very strong shinobi with powerful skills and yet when faced with an "ally" they simply don't get along with... they turn to the pettiest, silliest, most (usually) harmless antics possible <3

#ask ffrogs

[tw1nkee28]

I MADE ART FOR ATE ALIBI <3 + mini comic of my social anxiety 👍 (@questionablealibi )

aoughh, I panic when I talk to cool ppl... (Usually end up panicking and staying silent lmao) BUT I sorta like how both this and the art work came out. (Also forgive me if I got the back hair wrong ;-;)

Mahal kita ate Alibi <3 /p

+ Ate Birdy (birdify) on their shoulder lmao

I love your Sona so much, it looks so cool and AGHH- Even though I'm not the best at drawing it and I struggled immensely, it's gorgeous. <3

#sona tag #my sona #others sonas #persona art #EEE ALIBI'S SO COOL ATAGFSGSVW #i love their sona so much #and their art UWAAA #AOUGH #ATE ALIBI <3 #Birdy and i were freaking out while i was drawing #ehehe lob sona #IT LOOKS SO COOL #AND LIKE #AAAAAHHHHHH WORDS #its a nightmare for me to draw tho #I KEPT FORGETTING STUFF WHILE I WAS DRAWING AND IT TOOK ME 2 WHOLE EXTRA HOURS TO GET DONE #AAAGHHHH #BUT I THINK IT TURNED OUT ALRIGHT #and heres to hoping i didnt forget anything #houghh #i hope you like it ateee #fanart #cool person #my social anxiety goes brrrrr #i fear talking to cool ppl... #i panic... quickly....

[traincat]

ive never played the games so i dont know what to picture when im reading your fics, how tall do you think soren and ike are?

I said recently that they have a Mulder and Scully level height difference and I stand by that statement. This one is a little hard to answer, because I don't think there is a definitive answer -- it's not like comics where there's an official handbook with heights and weights listed, although there is like, a vague equivalent. I'll get to that. I know recently some people deduced heights by, I think, converting the measurements of their respective models in Fire Emblem Engage, the anniversary game for the series that featured both characters, but I'll be honest, that's too much math for me, and I'd rather rip into the text of the original games until I come up with my own answer. So I'm gonna give you my thoughts, and the canon evidence that backs them up, but it's just my opinion.

Anyway I'm going into this with the same amount of thought that I go into with all my comics meta. I'm sorry about that in advance.

So two things about Fire Emblem 9 and 10. The first is that the games aren't new -- FE9 came out in 2005, and FE10 in 2007. Graphically, they hold up well, but it's because they're not very complicated. The majority of conversations take place involving still portraits with text underneath -- there's only a few fully animated cutscenes. (Soren is in exactly one FE10 cutscene, and they're not standing next to each other.) The second is that the games take place over a period of a few years (each game takes place over about a year, with a three year gap in between FE9 and FE10). Ike starts FE9 at 17, and he's about 20 at the start of FE10. And he evolves like a Pokemon.

This is not meant to be to height scale; I just wanted these three pieces of official art next to each other for comparison. Graphic design is not my passion.

Also, this has nothing to do with height, but I'm going to point it out anyway: Ike's FE10 artbook page literally ends by talking about how he's in love with Soren.

(credit to Kantopia for the translation.) (did I mention that, by FE rules, the ship is canon. because it's canon.) The character designer, Kita Senri, also drew this picture of FE9 and FE10 Ike standing back to back, which. Yeah. Okay!

By FE10, at least, so by age 20, Ike is tall. (His parents come from the Tall People Country, Daein.) His size is remarked upon a couple of times in the script, too, by people who hadn't seen him for a few years:

Ike: Tormod, it's been a while. Tormod: Holy moly! You are absolutely huge! I feel puny next to you… Ike: That's because you are puny. Magic clearly doesn't give you much muscle tone. (...) Tormod: Nah, you just can't see me properly because all of your blood gets pumped to your muscles, away from your brain! [leaves] Ike: A little touchy, Tormod?

(FE10, Part 4 Chapter 4)

Volke: You’ve grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you. Ike: Everyone loves telling me that. Volke: You’re starting to look like Greil. Ike: That might be true, too. He IS my dad.

(FE10, Part 4 Endgame-1) It should be noted that Ike's dad, Greil, was pretty huge.

Engage also has it remarked upon, with one character saying that Emblems (essentially FE main character force ghosts in-game) are big, and Ike remarking that that's not an Emblem thing, he's just huge. (He's the funniest Fire Emblem main character except for his co-star, Micaiah, Little Miss War Crimes, and I'm barely even biased at all.)

There are in-game stats for height and weight (build/constitution and weight, respectively), as they relate to mechanics -- if one character is significantly bigger and heavier than the other, the smaller character can't rescue them or shove them. Weight varies because, for example, if a character is on a horse, the horse factors into the weight, or if they're wearing heavy armor, etc. Build, for me, is the best indicator of general (not exact) height. In FE9, Ike's build and weight start off at 9, which is pretty average, and then 10/11 upon class promotion. In FE10, his build is 12 and weight is 13, which is on the bigger side -- I'd say compared to other human men in the game, but there are a lot of big guys in this game. Again, he's twenty, so he's probably still growing, and everyone is already remarking that he's huge. I'm almost always gonna go with what the text says, and the text in FE10 says he's huge, pretty unequivocally.

Soren... is not huge. Soren is, debatably, pretty tiny.

If we're going to use build/weight as a metric, and I think for these purposes we have to, then Soren is a 6 build and 6 weight to Ike's 12 build and 13 weight. So half Ike's size. Either way, 6 build and 6 weight is small -- the only people who are smaller than him are a handful of the female characters, including the one with literal bird bones. How much this reflects on his actual height is up for debate -- I think when that FE Engage height math was done, it was determined that, based on his model there, he was probably 5'10", which is obviously not that short, but if that's the case he's probably very thin to account for that weight stat. His father and his eldest uncle, if not also his mother, are very tall, so there is that to factor in. Soren is half-dragon and he ages slower than an average human, so there's potential for him to end up quite tall -- but it could take twenty, thirty years. (Soren is 19 in FE9 and 22 in FE10.) It's kind of a big shrug in his case. I don't think he's particularly tall, but I think it's more up for personal interpretation how tall he is, as opposed to Ike where the text is repeatedly shouting "HE'S HUGE!!!" at you. He is, pretty clearly, quite a bit smaller than Ike.

I'm going to wrap up this insane person analysis with this pretty art of Soren which does nothing to suggest anything height-wise. I just like to look at it.

(PS thank you for reading my fic even though you haven't played the games! It always makes me really happy to hear that people like my writing enough to do that. but also I have like, fully conspiracy theoried my way into believing they'll rerelease the games.)

#traincat talks fire emblem #*replies #insane person height meta the not spideytorch version

[betbeton]

𓆱 Right in the Crack

Bad Dirty Talk With Various HQ Men

Warnings - Sexual Content, Various 'Vanilla' Kinks

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN Reader ·

· Twitter Request ·

· A/N - most of my requests are kinda horny so buckle up buckaroos. ·

Tokyo Revengers Version

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Tendou Satori

Everything was fine.

Everything. Is. Fine.

You just had to remind yourself of this fact as your beloved partner whispered the most unsexy words in your ear, that had your hole zipping shut like a tote bag. You had to give him an A* for doing his best. Really it was some creative stuff you were somewhat proud he remembered so much from gods only know where to be able to spew it in your ear. Though you had to shut that shit down the moment he called you his little cream puff, he had to be joking at this point. . . you hoped he was joking. You would have to reprimand whatever friend told him this was a good idea, hopefully they weren't a mutual friend.

Pushing yourself up with your arms, resulting in your back pressing to Tendou's front, you swatted at his wondering hand as it moved towards your nipples voicing your displeasure with his stale and down right horrendous dirty talk. The moment you knew you had been had was when his breathy statements turned into a throaty cackle as his body shook overtop of your own. With a grunt you planted your face back into the blankets beneath you to avoid further feeding into the goblin of a man's long con. You were going to get him back, and it was going to be worse than his sham dirty talk.

⪧ Kita Shinsuke

You adored Kita, you really did. He was the light of your life. The reason you woke up each morning with a grin on your face. He was also amazing at most tasks and activities, but the one thing he sadly wasn't amazing at was dirty talk. Specifically degrading you. He was fine with generic dirty talk, mostly just voicing what he intended to do to you or how he wanted to take you. The trouble came when you asked him to degrade you or when he got too into it and the degradation slipped out. His voice held an almost monotone tone as he spoke, your eyes darting to avoid eye contact in hopes he would opt to stare at where you two met in your heated embrace instead of you eyes like he normally did. Unfortunately for you as he dropped the ever fire 'What a slutty hole' with a deadpan expression, aside from a slight tint to his cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows, you cracked.

It was just a little giggle at first as he moved your legs onto his shoulders, easily excused by you simply being ticklish in the moment. Sadly though the throaty, chest heaving cackles that left you as he began moving again were less easy to play off. It was a good thing he knew you found the dry dirty talk funny, it was also a good thing you didn't know he was faking it just so he could enjoy your joy.

⪧ Oikawa Tooru

You knew for a fact this man could spit out some mean dirty talk when he was bottoming. Which is why when he insisted on taking the lead today you settled back to enjoy the ride, only to be met with 2013 wattpad style dirty talk. It was like getting your guts rearranged by an AI programed to dry up every last bit of arousal coursing through your veins. The thing that made it worse was his serious face gazing at you from his reflection in the mirror at the foot of you bed. The sight of you two would have been comical, one person laying down with a defeated sigh as their partner spit out the most unsexy, arousal destroying dirty talk. You would bet every last cent in your bank account that he got some of these lines from a passionflixs movie. He sounded like a serial killer as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

Though the moment you squirmed beneath him in uncomfortable embarrassment his little giggles gave away his awful plan. Twisting your top half you gazed at your partner in mock anger, poking a finger into his chest as you demanded an explanation. His only explanation was you shouldn't have used the last of the conditioner without telling him, then he wouldn't have had to ruin sex as a whole for you.

Truly a petty icon.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori x reader #kita shinsuke × reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tendou satori #kita shinsuke #oikawa tooru

[soranihimawari]

Reconnected at Last

Pairing: farmer!kita x comic artist!yn

Word count: 1.6K

Warning: 17+ suggestive ending//allusions to sex (not stated, but unprotected sex is what is implied)

Rating: KSF (fluff)// classmates ->fake lovers -> endgame

Notes: clearing out my docs on Google…

Autumn gives way to winter on another side of the city. Kids and parents alike are waiting for local arenas to open up the ice skating rinks and Yuletide night markets are being finalized. This time of year always had left you a bit flustered—peppermint drinks and westernized traditions typically warm your heart down to the soul, yet alas, with no one special to celebrate your winter work-break with, you decide to go home for a few days.

Your parents are out of town enjoying their time abroad visiting family members, so you come back home to Hyogo with an empty house to greet you. You’re thankful for the space given, considering you’re thinking of self-publishing a short series (about thirty each) one shot of shouyou manga; an editor in your department said it should be fine since everyone in the office was interested in your work. Truthfully, you hope your stories are worth telling because you don’t recall ever dating since you graduated college. Sure, perhaps there was one person from your past you were close to, but it never really amounted to anything other than amicable friendship.

Perhaps assisting an older lady in the combini in your stint as a part timer in third year high school led to such friendly terms with a classmate of yours. From what you gather, he and his teammates (his close friends group too) were a bit rambunctious. Especially at the store at a later hour. All you’re trying to do is perfect a sketch of said classmate struggling to stay awake in self-study. You’re strategically in the center of the classroom while he’s a few seats ahead and to the left of you.

Thinking back to the day you formally met, a smile softly spreads across your face. You’re drawing your blinds open in your childhood room and you can almost hear the chimes from the combini in your memory—

“Oi, welcome in,” you greet from the freezer. You were restocking some mochi ice cream.

“Domo,” his voice is quite deeper than you thought. Curious one you are, you poke your head up between the aisles to see a neatly brushed fine of bleached white hair; it’s wild to see a pure white fox’s ear twitch when you exhale a cute, “eep!” before dodging under a sale sign. He tried not to chuckle when he blatantly hears you curse after smacking your elbow against the shelf. You’re embarrassed when you come back to the register.

“Ya alright there?” This classmate asks you. His leaning in makes you flustered.

“I’m fine,” Your voice cracks when his molten golden eyes bores into your skull. Your heart is beating a bit outside your chest as the transaction continues.

“Yer in my class, right?”

“Mm.”

“Drew me almost sleepin’ in study hall,” he chuckles.

You don’t even have a chance to deny it after pressing the total button because he surprises you—“went to the art club’s portfolio exhibition for extra credit last month. Ya did a good job at paintin’ me darl.”

Presently, you shake your head clearing your mind. You take your cell phone outside of your pants pocket Your your curiosity is piqued when you press the call icon underneath your former classmates’ name. Two calls and he picks up.

“Hey Kita Shin,” you greet. “Yeah, it’s been a while… um, are ya free tonight? … the combini? I’ll see you there.”

You hang outside the old store patiently waiting until you see an old modeled pick up truck park on the street. The driver smirks at you with this peaceful expression and as you climb into the passenger seat, his hand keeps yours warm while driving back to the farm. Together, you talk about life post college for you; you inform him about being selected next to be published, then he tells you he’s a successful farmer now too:

“The sole provider for Miya Osamu’s restaurant, huh?” You nudge your shoulder against his at a stoplight. “Yer kouhai are amazin’, huh?”

“They are,” he bites back a laugh. The light changes and for what it’s worth, was your former classmate drives up the road to his now inherited home.

“I wanted to visit before she passed,” your voice carries a frown when you glance out the window. “Obaa-chan was kind.”

“She was,” the pick up is now parked in front of the house.

A silent pause falls over you too before you shake your hand free from his.

“Shinsuke, I should have called much sooner,” you confess. “I should have been here for you and visited beforehand.”

“Ya were busy, so don’t beat yerself up,” he offers, hopeful smile and all.

“Busy?” You scoff. “I wasn’t busy, I just didn’t want to come back and give an old woman false hope.”

False hope occurred when you stopped by one afternoon before your shift started at the combini. Kita’s granny had answered the door and there you stood with an extra set of handouts for the next exam. You explain you’re here to drop the items off since nationals were around the corner. Though she invites you for some tea, you declined saying you had a shift starting soon.

Eventually that night, kita sends you a cryptic text where you are a bit perplexed as to why you head to fake being together to protect his aging gran’s heart. You keep the façade up for a few more weeks, saying the day you move to your dorm is the day you two ‘break up.’ What you don’t know is what happens to Kita after that; the lines blurred for him a little too much and try as he might to get you to listen to him, you would push him away saying you shouldn’t continue because ‘i don’t want to hurt you.’

“Obaa-san didn’t have false hope,” Kita presently says. A defeated sigh prefaced what he was going to say. “I did.”

Your eyes go wide and your body nearly jumps out of the passenger seat yelling, “Hah?!”

“… but ya ran off to start yer first year at university and I stayed here.”

He shakes his head as he opens up a rather challenging secret to tell you—

“But we could have made it work,” You defend, an incredulous stern look burned holes into his memory. “I could’ve come home more—”

“I don’t think so, ya said so yerself, ya were busy.”

“Busy? Yes, but had I known how you felt, I’d make time for ya…,” You hold on to his wrist gently, tugging him to turn his body to face you. “If I could make time for my parents, I’d make time for ya too.”

There are lots of brilliant things in Kita Shinsuke’s life: the sun, the jade dragon statue in the living room, the silver keys to the barn, your eyes in the sunset…Now, as he leans in, he gives you a minuscule amount of time before you feel his pursed lips graze your hairline. You don’t stop the warmth spreading from ear to ear as the blush settles in.

“Are ya gonna invite me inside?” You inquire in between nudging your forehead against his growing grin.

“What about dinner?” He reaches over to open your door.

“Make me something after,” you call over your shoulder after you climb out of the truck. Winking up at him shaking his head, he leans over the steering wheel before exiting the truck.

With him following behind you, the door slides open and closed. Kita has your back pressed up again the wall right by the corner of his hallway; you’re pulling his shirt, guiding him toward you. Something in the way his lips taste and feel makes you want to accelerate this pace. Essentially, when his hands find their way to your waist, he murmurs an order to you: “off.” He pinches the fabric of your shirt before you obey his request. You sigh into his mouth raising your arms to ease the fabric up and overhead. There is a fondness in the silence you share with him as he bows his head to catch your lips with his.

“C’mere Shin,” you breath exasperated by his lingering presence; your fingers gently wrap around the hemline of his work jeans.

You make quick work of his softened shirt asking if you could take it off for him. He’s one step ahead of you, pulling it over from behind, his dual-toned hair flutters about much like yours did. The shirt falls to the floor just as your eyes readjust to fully seeing each other in this state of springlike warmth.

“Gods the sun must love you,” you murmur, tracing his lips with your fingers. Glancing down you take note of the slightly bronzed skin as though you’re drinking the day with him now.

“Not as much I do,” his voice is deeper than before. He’s so much closer now; it’s enough for you to boldly flirt with the person he’s grown to become.

“Is that so?”

Tell me you wanted this too, somehow the words go unsaid.

“Yes.”

Your hands cup his cheek as your back is pushed at an angle he wants to continue kissing you in. Kita gives pause from bruising your lips moving to kiss your jaw line, then down the juncture where your neck and collar bone meet. You let out a long drawl of his name—you sound like you’re whining, but Kita is agonizingly slow when he sinks his teeth into the flesh there. Your reaction when you jerk forward makes him almost laugh into your delicate skin; his teeth marks are still there, disappearing with a tender impress of his lips.

With one hand on your waist, the other slides down the back of your thigh, cupping the back of your knee, Kita raises it a bit higher to tease you how he plans on solving this need to have you. You know the longer he does this, while you tongues carve a physical touch language into the other, the longer the damp spot in your underwear forms—you let out another breathier mewl and this time, when your eyes flutter open to see the heavier lidded ones of the young-old captain, he bestows a nickname fit for you.

Without warning, kita’s other hand moves from your back to the other thigh, and he had this mischievous smirk. You don’t really brace yourself until you’re lifted to comfortably sit against his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. He chuckles when her feels you press against the sweet side of his neck, teasingly nipping against his earlobe. Your hair grazes his chest as he walks you to a room he’s been meaning to share with you.

A few hours later, into the early night, you’re drifting in and out of a sleep-like state. Your hair smells of freshly crushed oranges and lavender soap, yet you’re comfortably laying on a bed that isn’t your own. Half dressed behind you is someone who waited an exceptionally long time for you to come back. He had a few marks on his collar where your sweet lips had been, begging him to hurry up and satiate the hunger growing between your bodies.

“Shin,” you call gently, curling into him a bit more.

“Mm?” An arm wraps around your torso, grazing your skin, a thumb rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

“I could get used to this,” you peck his jaw before burrowing back into being comfortable in his hold. Kita’s free hand plays with your hand, tracing small lines over the back of your palm, listening to your breathing even out.

“Me too, darlin,” He murmurs, caressing the bangs out of your eyes. Golden eyes glance down at you wearing nothing but an old shirt of his, a small pile of clothes in a heap by the entrance of the bathroomis the only viable proof of the intimate moment shared. His imagination is kind, envisioning late night dinners with you, sharing inside jokes,meeting up with his kouhai saying ‘look at my love.’ His lips press against yours gingerly, watching your nose twitch right before you show him a drowsy smile.

“Me too,” are the words you hear when he rests his head atop yours.

As you both drift into a much needed slumber, both of you figure the future can wait for a little while longer. The present where Kita Shinsuke and you give into selfish ways causes a meadow to bloom. Sure a love story is laid there between you two as you sleep, yet come the morning, you awake to softened kisses before hearing Kita’s salutations in your ear. Looping an arm around his shoulders, you raise yourself up to kiss him at a better angle teasingly you return his kisses with a needier coy phrase: “five in the mornin’ an’ I’m already loving this side of you.”

“Oh?”

You open your legs covered by the duvet underneath and trap him there, bucking up slightly to kiss him a bit deeper, more playful than before when you push against him again. Hands on his supple cheeks he groans when you rest your forehead against his, fingers of his trailing down the small of your back, pinching the elastic band of your underwear.

“Shut up and remind me how much you do, pretty boy.”

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sora scribbles 2022 #soft sora hours: kita shunsuke

[bakageta]

👀 (For the end of year WIP meme)

I have a surprising number of comic WIPs now that Kita has gotten me started, so here's one of those! The good ol' post nightmare comfort fic:

"Eddie?" Flash's sleep soft voice called out to them from his bed.

This was a mistake. They shouldn't be interrupting Flash's rest. He was so busy during the day, and he had been quiet and dreaming. And Flash had  nightmares of his own. It wasn't fair that they had roused him from his own well deserved rest. What right did they have to burden another with their own selfish loneliness?

But Flash had told them to come to him if they needed help.

But this was something that they should be able to deal with on their own. 

But it was okay to lean on friends, the therapist had said so. She knew what she was talking about.

"Eddie, are you okay?"

They stood in the threshold of Flash's bedroom a moment longer before admitting, "no, no we aren't."

#ask me stuff or don't #ask meme #argothiathedreamer #my fic

[kitausuret]

would you be willing to recommend me some venom comic runs? i'm a comics guy generally but i've never read venom. recently watched the movie and it was baller.

Hey there friend! So, Venom is coming up on 35 years as of 2023 (wow!) so you have a lot of options. There's pretty much something for everyone out there, but given that you liked the movie, I can probably point you in the right direction...

If you can get your hands on trades (or even just use them as a guide for your favorite Digital Comics Avenue) that's gonna be your best bet. The Epic Collections (link to Wikipedia) are really comprehensive. The chart even has them in order! Handy!

If you don't want to be flipping between fifty different Spider-Man series, though, you can definitely start with some of the Venom-titled books! I've tried to pick ones that don't require a whole lot of backreading.

So, easy starting point is going to be Venom: Lethal Protector (1993) #1-6. I strongly recommend reading Amazing Spider-Man #373-375 first if you can, since #375 is the first appearance of Anne Weying. LP is to this day one of my favorite series, and it has some of the best Venom and Spider-Man moments. All are written by David Michelinie, and pencils are by Mark Bagley or Ron Lim.

If you like Anne Weying, Venom: Sinner Takes All and Venom: Along Came a Spider are the two miniseries that feature her the most. Both are written by Larry Hama. The latter has art that is... kinda rough in my opinion, but if you can look past it, they're both neat. The other thing to keep in mind is that with ACAS is that it does take place in the middle of Spider-Man Clone Saga (well.. after Ben Reilly has taken up the mantle) so it's not as new reader friendly but it IS fun. I like when Anne whacks Ben.

Are these comics good? Eh... "Sinner" is probably the stronger story of the two, but when you like Anne, you can't be too picky about what you get, unfortunately!

I also absolutely have to recommend the Planet of the Symbiotes event, which immediately follows Venom: Separation Anxiety (one of my personal favorite series). I recommend "Separation" First and then just checking out a collection of the PotS event, like this one here (link to readcomicsonline). Otherwise you have to sort out which Super Specials to read and it's annoying and dumb. The nice thing about PotS is that it's an excellent story by Michelinie with.. hmm.. let's say inconsistent art, but it's very fun and even if you're a little lost by the Clone Saga stuff, don't worry about it!! You'll be fine.

And finally, if you're looking for something a little more wacky, you can't go wrong with Venom: The Madness (W: Ann Nocenti, A: K. Jones) and Venom: Carnage Unleashed (W: Hama, A: Wildman, Nichols)! They are both very 90s off-the-wall insane and just like. Absolutely bonkers-nuts. The Madness also has the distinction of introducing Eddie (and Venom's!) first love interest since Anne. Mwah! 😘

If you'd like more modern recommendations, or if you're willing to check out other hosts, I'd be happy to provide those as well! But this should be a good starting point for some fun books. Happy reading, and if any other Venomaniacs have recommendations, feel free to add on!

#venom #reading guides #comic reading guides #eddie brock #carnage #spiderman #kita talks comics #asked and answered #also sorry not recommending anything past the 90s because i've been feeling particularly grumpy about modern venom as of late lmao

[oryzasass]

Jane Foster Dan Representasi Superhero Wanita Di Dalam Jagad Sinema Marvel.

Percaya gak, kalau Semesta yang kita tinggali saat ini adalah semesta yang didominasi oleh superhero laki-laki. Paling tidak seperti inilah yang terpampang di dalam jagad semesta Marvel. Coba saja hitung. Atau, Coba tanyakan ke siapapun, sebutkan nama-nama superhero? Pasti jawabannya, Captain Amerika, Thor, Iron Man, Spider-man. Kita lupa bahwa ada  Black Widow, Gamora, Ajjax, Wanda.

Dan itulah mengapa, Ketika nama Natalie Portman diumumkan akan memerankan mighty thor pada comic con (2019) aku adalah orang yang mungkin paling berbahagia di Jagad semesta . Bagaimana tidak;

Natalie portman adalah girl crush pertamaku dan bisa jadi girl crush pertama semua remaja yang tumbuh di era 90an.

Jane Foster - Mighty Thor akan menjadi kombinasi yang mematikan, karena dia adalah gabungan antara kekuatan otak dan otot. Kalau Dr Banner aka Hulk dan Tony stark bisa, lantas kenapa Jane Foster tidak bisa.

Marvel membutuhkan lebih banyak karakter superhero wanita yang tidak memiliki tanggal kaduluwarsa (jujur sih, masih belum bisa terima perlakuan marvel terhadap Black widow, aunt May, waanda, Gamora, Ajax, Frigga)

Kembalinya Natalie Portman, sebagai Jane foster - Mighty Thor di Thor, Love and Thunder (buatku) dipastikan akan membawa angin segar di kancah per superhero-an jagat Sinema Marvel.  Kini, Dr Jane Foster tidak lagi sekedar menjadi overqualified damsell In distress yang hanya menjadi pemanis layar kaca. yang meskipun kepintarannya melebihi kapasitas manusia normal pada umumnya namun tetap Jane Foster tidak lebih dari sekedar pacarnya thor.

Oh, Jangan salah, Aku mengagumi pacar-pacarnya superheroes, Pepper Pots, MJ, Peggy, Christine teramat sangat. And Those guys would be so lost without their ladies. Namun apa yang kutahu tentang mereka? Tidak banyak. Sejauh yang ku tahu,  mereka (paling tidak dari apa yang kulihat dari film)  ‘hanya’ ada disaat para superhero membutuhkan dukungan emosional. Menghapus air mata, membasuh luka, memberikan penguatan melalui sentuhan, but when things got  hot heated, they told them to hide. I’m tired. Everything is all about the men, and never about the ladies.

What if as a woman, I want to jump into a battlefield And live as a hero.

Jika keponakan laki-laki ku bisa se-nge fans itu terhadap spiderman, ingin menjadi seperti Iron Man, sekuat Thor, sepintar Dr Banner dan se-keren Captain America. Aku juga ingin melihat anak-anak perempuan bisa menikmati momen heroik terhadap Jane Foster atau Black Widow dan superhero wanita lainnya. Maka, alangkah menyenangkannya jika Marvel juga memberikan ruang yang lebih banyak kepada superhero atau karakter wanita untuk bisa ikut andil dalam menjaga semesta dari serangan alien-alien mengerikan, atau entah siapapun itu yang ingin menghancurkan kedamaian bumi atau planet lainnya.

I want to see the little girls scream so loud, claps their hands when they see the badass female superheroes kicking the bad guys asses. And say, “I want to be like her when I grow up” excitedly. Just like when my teen nephews never stop talking about Peter Parker and the other three Spider-man after he came back from watching “No Way Home”

Mau suka atau tidak dengan film terbaru  Marvel, Thor; Love and Thunder. Paling tidak, Jane Foster sudah diberikan porsi yang sama banyaknya dengan Thor. Jika Mjolnir adalah perkara layak atau tidak layak, maka Memalui Mjolnir, Jane sudah terbukti bahwa ia layak, untuk dilindungi  dan melindungi. Dan yang Lebih menarik lagi, di Thor, Love And Thunder, Jane Foster mengidap kanker stadium empat. Secara pribadi aku suka ide tersebut. Siapapun berhak dan pantas untuk menjadi pahlawan bukan? Tidak ada formula khusus untuk menjadi superhero. Tidak ada spesifikasi jenis kelamin, tinggi badan, warna kulit, atau riwayat kesehatan. Semua berhak, jika memang berhak.

Kanker menyeramkan, mengerikan dan begitu menyiksa. Menggerus harapan, dan menghilangkan cahaya kebahagiaan kepada tidak hanya penderita namun juga orang orang tercinta. Ibarat luka yang ditetesi air garam. Tidak terlihat namun sakitnya terasa. Tidak nampak oleh mata namun membunuh. Orang-orang yang berjuang melawan sakit adalah sebenar-benarnya superhero.

Aku seperti kembali menjadi anak umur sepuluh tahun sewaktu Mjolnir bergerak mendekat disaat Jane terbaring di tempat tidur rumah sakit. YAS! This is it! Ironically, The classic Thor who capable to fight the bad guy alone.  Now, isn’t capable to fight Gorr the god Butcher by him self. And he needs Jane by his side. And she did, she destroyed him.

Masih belum bisa dipastikan apakah, Jane akan kembali, namun jika melihat dari Acuan komik dan Post credit scene, mungkin kita akan lebih banyak melihat Jane Foster di proyek Marvel yang akan datang. Dan sungguh akan sangat menyenangkan jika Jane bisa mendapatkan Frenchise nya sendiri. And if that comes to real, I will be seated!

#jane foster #marvel

[reynegades]

why do i always clown myself lmao

#i was trying to work on my first haikyuu week post n i was like. #there is no way in hell i am setting the precedent for myself to colour every single manga panel to make this post #i'll just yknow add accents instead which seems doable #N THEN I CHOSE THE MOST MONOCHROMATIC CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE MANGA W THE ONLY TEAM W A FULLY BLACK UNIFORM WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO COLOUR #i have other characters i like too which would be much easier to edit but my dumbass went yes i will edit kita shinsuke #even though he has black n white hair n a black uniform when sakusa w his mango colour scheme is......right there...... #conclusion of rambling is i am my own destructor ❤ #n i will never talk shit abt comics again manga is my enemy now

[tetsunova]

notes they’d give you

with: multiple characters x gn!reader as always

genre: fluff + crack

type: imagines??? 

a/n: i go on hiatus for a couple days and forget everything bare w me. writing’s still the same (i think)

masterlist

Doodles. Expect a crumpled piece of paper aimed straight to the back of your head that could contain anything from small hearts with both your initials in them to a whole comic strip. This boy makes sure his pencil case (if he ever makes one; it’s usually pens and pencils just dumped into his bag) has coloured pens, since ‘it brings out the best of his art’. Needless to say the drawings look miserable and nothing like they’re supposed to but it’s the effort that counts. His face lights up when he finds out you store all (well the almost decent looking ones) the doodles he makes in your journal. He’s most likely going to get caught throwing the paper but oh well that’s a story for another day.

Bokuto, Tendou, Matsukawa, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata

Pick-up lines. He thinks he’s so cheeky and sly when he’s doing this. If he gets a single giggle or smile when you read the most pathetic pick-up lines he could ever find, it’s over for you. Thereafter, expect one of those either already placed on your desk when you get to school or just placed in between the pages of one of your notebooks. Now what he didn’t expect was getting pick-up lines in return, not the stupid kind, rather the ones that are aimed straight at his heart. Ladies and gentlemen, and my non-binaries, I now present to you a blushing mess. (Just imagine a blushing picture of him thank you). When I say he cannot even bear to hold your hand because of how flustered he is, I mean it.

Kuroo, Tsuki, Oikawa, Lev, Semi, Suna, Atsumu

Letters. Just a few words or lines aren’t enough for him to express what he feels, no no. Only a letter seems adequate at most. Now he knows he’s not always the best at expressing his feelings or talking about what’s on his mind, so he writes. That’s what he does best so why not put it to use. He’d probably give it to you once he’s walked you home and will request you to read it before you sleep. Loves talking to you about it later. Sometimes they’re just poems that he thinks can express only a fraction of what he feels for you. I swear they’re the most beautiful things someone could ever write. 

Kita, Akaashi, Osamu, Ushijima, Asahi, Sugawara

Sticky notes. You’ll find them stuck on your lunchbox, in the inside of your locker or maybe just over your table right before that one test you’ve been worrying about for weeks. They’ll have the cutest little messages- ‘I love you <3’ (yes with the heart drawn exactly like that) or maybe a ‘never doubt your looks, you’re the prettiest person I’ve met, inside and out’ when he knows you’ve been looking at the mirror a tad bit too much. He knows he gets a little too busy sometimes, so he thinks of this as a way of showing you that you’re always on his mind no matter where he is or what he’s doing.

Kenma, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Daichi

Bonus for Kags cause happy birthay to our lil blueberry headed gremlin <3

Greeting Cards. He’s so quiet all the time, and he knows that. It’s just that when you’re around, he feels a little too much. His heart beats a little too fast, he’s mesmerised by the trail of perfume you leave a little too much and your hands entangled with his make him smile a little too much, but he doesn’t mind. He could never mind. So he makes his actions speak louder than his words. Since he isn’t quite well aware of which one he should give you, he ends up picking the ones with the most idiomatic expressions. High chance he picks one with a dirty joke and doesn’t get why you’re laughing once he gives it to you, at all.

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #koutarou x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x y/n #tooru oikawa x reader #tsukishima x y/n #suna x y/n #ushijima x y/n #iwaizumi x y/n #bokuto x y/n #kageyama x reader #matsukawa imagines #akaashi x y/n #hq imagines #sugawara x reader #kita x reader #atsumu x y/n #osamu x y/n

[pookiepoodle]

How would your relationship with Kita be discovered?

Out of all the boys, Kita would manage to keep your relationship a secret for the longest. It’s not that he actually wants it to be a secret, it’s more that he doesn’t understand the need to tell people. You love him and he loves you. That’s all that matters. Oh, and his grandmother. She adores you! In addition, as your boyfriend is a rice farmer, it’s not like people see him often.

It’s only when he is invited (read forced) to go to a reunion with his old team that his relationship with you is discovered. How?

Kita offered to pay for a round of drinks, insisting he do so given that he was (and in a way, still is) their captain. As he opened his wallet, a small picture slipped out onto the table and was snatched up by Suna who immediately took a picture of it before passing it around.

It was you and Kita from last year’s harvest, both of you slightly sweaty and tired, but beaming at the camera.

Of course, Kita is bombarded with dozens of questions (mainly from the twins) and your sweet boyfriend answers each question politely, except Atsumu’s rather inappropriate comments. That was met with glare.

“Woah, she’s pretty!” Osamu exclaimed, his eyes comically wide as he stared at the tiny picture of the couple,” How the heck did ya get a girl like that, Kita?”

“I am not sure, but I like to believe that she’s happy with me,” Kita replied, his tone similar to someone chatting about the weather rather than the love of his love.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t told…” Aran glumly commented, feeling a little put-out that his best friend from high school hadn’t told him something so important.

“I never thought about telling anyone other than Granny,” the grey-haired man explained, taking a sip of his beer before continuing,” Is it really necessary to inform everyone about a relationship?”

“When there's a smokin 'hottie, then yeah!” Atsumu shouted, his grin wobbly as he was slightly intoxicated after trying to compete with his twin in a drinking game. However, that smile was quickly wiped away by the icy glare from Kita who took another sip of his drink before speaking.

“Atsumu, I’d appreciate it if ye didn’t talk about Y/N like that,” he said calmly, though everyone at the table suddenly felt a chill wash over them,” Let’s move on.”

And with that, they did as their old captain said, not wanting to incur his icy wrath again.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabble #kita x reader #kita drabble

[waka-chan-out]

Sorry for spam liking your stuff. ;-; and question bc genuinely curious what do you think the captain's smell like? Tbh for some reason I've always felt Bokuto smelled like sweat... But clean? Does that make sense? ❤❤

what the captains smell like

since i have no self control i’m once again doing every single captain i can think of

post-timeskip.

content warnings: none :) all fluff

omg never apologize for that! love watching people make their way through my stuff. it makes me so happy. this is a great question and you’re 100% right about bokuto. i love this idea.

Sawamura Daichi

laundry detergent and a really nice, earthy body wash. he smells really clean but when you get really close to him, like hugging or kissing distance, there’s something about him that smells really down to earth and comforting. it’s just a really subtle smell that stays on his skin, but it’s the best part of getting close to him.

Ennoshita Chikara

fresh, straight off the plant herbs. specifically lemon balm or mint. he’s sharp and fresh and like a shock to the system. his hugs can reset a day completely, because they feel like they’re recharging and refreshing you.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

he smells like opening a magazine or comic book for the first time when the ink still smells really fresh and is kind of sticky. it’s a really unique scent, but not an unpleasant one.

Oikawa Tooru

i really had to think hard about this one, but i’m gonna give him vanilla. not necessarily baking vanilla, but vanilla mixed with something else so it’s not so sickly sweet. it’s a familiar, almost sharp scent, and fits him perfectly.

Kuroo Tetsuro

cologne, but the twist is he doesn’t really wear any. he just naturally smells really good, and it drives the people around him crazy. bokuto can’t keep his big mouth shut and asks him all the time “did you spray something? we’re having a practice game! you don’t have to smell good for this.” and kuroo responds with complete confusion because he has no idea what anyone is talking about.

Bokuto Koutarou

you’re right about sweat, but good sweat. i think he just smells like activities? he smells like he’s been running around outside and jumping on a trampoline and doing summersaults in freshly cut grass. he smells active, but not bad.

Futakuchi Kenji

harry’s bar soap, specifically in the scent redwood. this is the same kind of body wash i use, and it just screams kenji to me. it’s definitely a scent for men, but it’s cool and refreshing and just smells really good, and it lingers on the skin for a long time afterward so he smells fresh-out-of-the-shower clean for most of his day. he’s the kind of guy that you stay too long in a hug with because it’s almost surprising how good he smells.

Daishou Suguru

cologne, but opposite to kuroo, he does actually wear it. swears he doesn’t, but everyone knows. i feel like he will buy it to suit the tastes of a girl he’s interested in. like if she mentions she really likes how a candle smells, he’ll scour the internet for a cologne equivalent.

Terushima Yuuji

pine. like walking through a christmas tree farm, sticky fingertips, throwing a pine cone at your friend’s head just for fun pine. it’s a combination of body wash, deodorant, and just the natural way he smells, but he’s pine all the way.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

i saw a headcanon somewhere that said he smelled like irish spring and icy hot and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. something about that is so comforting to me and i agree 100%.

Kita Shinsuke

i could go on for years about him because i’ve been writing a long fic and have literally paragraphs describing how he smells, but i’ll boil it down here.

kita smells like dirt, in a really good way. like when you’re repotting plants and open a new bag, or you’re weeding and pull up something with deep roots and the soil goes tumbling everywhere. his grandmother gets worried about his hands since he’s a farmer, so she either buys or makes a handmade hand balm that smells like lemon or some kind of herb. he smells like the water in a lake when it’s being splashed at you and a little bit like dish soap, but only sometimes. i am in love with kita shinsuke and i think the universe is too.

Meian Shūgo

meian is the kind of ex boyfriend you have where the thing you miss the most about him is how good he smells. you buy matching deodorant, cologne, detergent, everything for when you miss him, but it somehow just can’t recreate his smell. it’s one of those indescribable man smells that you can’t put your finger on, but it makes you want to bury your face in his chest and never leave him. it’s fleeting and never stays on his clothes for long, so you need the real thing there with you so you can appreciate what you’ve got.

Hirugami Fukurō

rain, but the nice, thunderstorm rain in the middle of the summer where all the color in the world looks neon for a few hours before and after. you can feel something electric in the air, and even though it’s summer you can put on your coziest sweatshirt and just watch it pour down outside. he smells just like that.

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